The Writer Is "In"

I'm your Huckleberry.

My writing projects over the summer are wrapping up. Which means it's time to turn my gaze toward new writing projects for fall and winter. I have leads and am doing the standard, "scaring up work by shaking the weeds," but I figured it couldn't hurt to dance over here and announce my intentions loudly. With a megaphone. And a guilt-inducing picture of my adorable baby who, without your writing jobs, will be forced to live on whatever bugs I can scrounge up from our front yard.

Put differently: I'm open for business.

My lance is again free. Writing work, ahoy.

As you may know, I can and will write just about anything. Film. TV. Short fiction. Long fiction. Pen and paper game. Video games. Transmedia endeavors. Diner placemats. Angry letters to ex-lovers.

So, the call is out there. Spread it around like warm jam if you feel so inclined.

If you have work or a lead on work, I would appreciate your consideration.

You can hit me via the contact form on this page.

Or you can reach me at chuckwendig [at] terribleminds [dot] com.

My thanks.